I wanted nothing more than to let the rage enslave me. I wanted to kill the both of them, right here, right now.
And on top of it all, on top of the anger that was choking me, causing my lungs to burn and my vision to swirl, there was hurt.
Stupid, foolish fucking hurt. I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. To feel. To bleed. More than that, I deserved this hurt. I knew I did. But it didn’t change a thing. It didn’t stop my heart from plummeting to its death.
But I couldn’t do it now. Couldn’t kill them now. I wasn’t ready yet. I wasn’t done.
“Esteban,” I croaked out while he continued to fuck my wife just inches away. Luisa peered up at me as I stood right above. “It’s my turn.”
Esteban slowed his thrusting, the sweat building on his back, and then looked up at me. His eyes were feverish with lust, and he was annoyed I was interrupting his little fuckfest. Luisa giving him head wasn’t good enough for him — he wanted to be deep inside of her. He wanted his claim.
He wouldn’t get it.
I stroked my cock, my eyes locked on Este’s in challenge, and I smiled.
“Suck me off. Return the favor.”
Now I had his attention. He looked like he wanted to murder me, which made my smile wider. He thought he was in control here? He was wrong. In this play, I had all the power. I always did.
“Didn’t know your gate hinged that way,” Esteban said, trying to sound cool, but I could see the disgust in his eyes. He wasn’t disgusted by the fact that I was a man and he was a man, but because submitting to me was the last thing he was prepared to do. But he would do it.
“It doesn’t,” I told him. “But you seem like you were born to suck my dick. I’m just giving you the chance to live up to your potential.”
His glare deepened, his face growing red.
I was enjoying this far too much. He should have been glad I wasn’t flipping him over and fucking him in his hairy ass. Maybe he was too afraid he’d enjoy it. At least this way I could watch every agonized moment on his face.
I quickly reached down, shoving up my pant leg and pulling out my gun. Luisa gasped and Esteban froze, mid-thrust, as I waved it in front of their faces. I cocked the hammer for impact, the sound sweet.
“I don’t have all night,” I told him, and I pressed my cock in his face. “Don’t make me ask you again, or I’ll be putting this gun in your mouth instead.”
“Javier …” Luisa protested softly.
I gave her a wry look. “Shut the fuck up. You want to play the game, just take what he’s giving you, and I’ll take what he’s going to give me.” I looked back to Esteban. “Now, open up, sunshine.”
If looks could kill, I’d have been a dead man twice over. But I was the man with the gun, not him.
With great reluctance, Esteban opened his mouth and took me in. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good, but the humiliation on his face made it so much better.
“You suck dick like a girl too,” I told him with a grin. “Where’d you learn to do that, hmmm?”
He paused and I pressed the gun against his forehead, trying to make a mark. “Keep going, you fuck, and act like you like it.”
He went back to it and somehow managed to keep fucking Luisa at the same time. But of course he managed, because the two of them had an ease with each other that made me physically sick. That was all I really needed to know the truth. It’s all I needed to see.
“All right,” I said after a minute, grabbing him by the hair. “I’ve had enough. You’re so good at sucking cock, Este, it’s a bit concerning. And while I really would enjoy coming all over your goddamn ugly face, I think you’ve gotten my point.” I pulled out of his mouth, gripped my gun, and pistol-whipped him across the face.
Luisa screamed and Este fell on top of her, blood spraying everywhere.
“And that’s just in case you didn’t.”
He looked up at me, moaning and holding the side of his cheek where the blood rained down.
“You think I don’t know,” I said, trying to stay in control, to keep my voice from shaking. All I could feel was the tar-black rage threatening to consume me.
Luisa quickly crawled out from under Esteban, but I caught her arm before she could run to the door. I whipped her backward onto the bed, keeping the gun trained on her.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t put a bullet in your brain, you lying fucking bitch.” I gritted my teeth and black dots filled my vision, pulsing with the spreading anger. Though I had told myself I wouldn’t harm her, seeing the truth in their eyes hurt more than I thought possible. It didn’t matter what I had done before, or that this was some sick karma.
Because, beneath it all, I knew I deserved this and worse.
But knowing didn’t stop the rage. It only fueled it.
“Javier, please,” she said. She didn’t say more than that. There was nothing else she really could say, and she knew it.
I shook my head. “And with him. God, Esteban, you must have thought you were so fucking smart doing that. Trying to one-up your patron again.” He sat beside Luisa, naked and pathetic, holding his face while his eyes danced between agony and fear. “But you know you’re not leaving this room alive. You know it. How does that make you feel?”
“Okay, knowing I’ll die with a bigger dick than you,” he answered.
I shrugged and aimed the gun at him. “Whatever makes you feel better.” Then I paused and aimed it at his dick. “On second thought, I don’t want you to feel better at all. And what could feel worse than having your dick shot off, hey?”